I miss you, but what good is this longing when it will never bring you back to me & allow me the pleasure of feeling again.
Oh Mother, how I wish by the slightest chance, a delightful mistake God made you eternal.
They say never make homes out of people but you were my home, my religion, my sanctuary. Everything I ever lived for, everything I ever knew. I yearn for your touch , for your love…
If ever we meet again in the occasional overwhelming heartwarming dreams I would like to tell you that since you left us I have scars that cover me from top to toe, skin to bone deep, completely dissolved in my in tainted blood full of tragedies & black-holes.
I would tell you that these bags under my eyes will not go away because no matter how much I rest, my soul is tired, I would tell you of how I need you to exhaust this darkness within me because I know, i know that there is still light somewhere in here. I just need you here with me again.
For now…this is all I have left, consequences of death.
But thankfully nothing is eternal, not even life & at the end of this cosmic journey we all shall depart, unfortunately some earlier than others.